Fiction

“I’m going to take this now,” the man said, standing in front of his refrigerator, door open, one hand inside. “All right,” the boy said, “but if you do that,…

Because I’m still out of work, I’m home when the car pulls up in the driveway. I’m not expecting anyone, here in the middle of the day on a Friday,…

“Hey, Bug.” Caroline could barely hear her own words. (Had she said them?) The oxygen hissed up her nose through the plastic prongs. The pull of the Vicodin lured her…

Her dog, Ike, pulls on the leash attached to Maureen’s wrist, as Thomas, her four-year-old, holds on to the back of her coat and her purse slides to the crook…

The mother swept quickly through the crosswalk, like a duck on a pond, trailing her daughter behind her. She hooked her thumbs under the straps of her backpack, felt the…

I knew the firemen would be up. It’s the kind of frigid, unfriendly midnight when most people are under covers, conked out. Not at the firehouse though, where they’re always…

And instantly I want to speak to your mother. To tell her how peaceful you look, and how your face seems dream-like and content, as though you’d known you’d done…

Rock salt crunches under her high-heeled boots. Bob must have thrown it there on his way in, knowing she’d be heading out. Kind of sweet. She hears a knock behind…

This morning, it had been worse than ever, and as she sat in her black swivel chair, going over endless stacks of financial records (mere numbers that weighed and measured…

He loves the shape-word crescent, another Montessori-ism, like ‘peaceful hands’, and ‘work’. You explain how the moon is still whole but we can’t see it, we have to suspend our…

She needed a different way to soften. For a week or so, she had even prayed for a solution. God, make me a soft wife. Of course, nothing had changed.…